Almost Got Arrested at Drug Court Today

What I did was stood outside the courtroom by the security door to take a picture of my son as the sheriff escorted him out. I saw my son smiling today, which was something I hadn’t seen for awhile. I wanted a picture of that face.

I know cell phones must be off in the courtroom and I always comply. But the only thing I could figure was that it was a privacy issue, maybe? Or maybe the sheriff was trying to maintain control of the situation. He didn’t know who I was or what I was taking a picture of, or why. Maybe I looked like the type to try to break someone out of rehab. My messy hair, and my stylish skort camouflaging my nefarious intent. Who knows, but I got the picture and I’m glad, although I had to do deep breathing for ten minutes for even getting in that much trouble.

Ah, drug court. That unique place where you sit on uncomfortable benches for two and a half hours just for the four minutes in front of the judge. Still, I think they are doing valuable work. And I’m glad drug court even exists because it can keep a felony off your record. Although, we did witness a defendant who chose to take the jail time instead of get treatment. A 48-year-old man, he said it’s too hard to keep a job when you have so many requirements to fulfill.

While I was gone, I got a voicemail from an employer calling me in response to an application i just put in. They called me! Stay tuned for updates!

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